The Black Slim Shady lyrics - The Game

Hey, grandma

Yeah, I'm still out here makin' my Uber runs

I'll be home soon

I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile

Okay, okay, love you too

G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G)

Shady Aftermath (Yeah)

Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go

Yeah (G-G)

I don't think they know who they fuckin' with

Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips

Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady

I unpack the heat with my oven mitts

I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit

Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady

It's Game, sick in the brain

Sick as the day that I came

Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip and aim

Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain

Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane

Sick and tired of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same

Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name

I stick my dick in your podcast

Shallow bitch on the show, just to lick the tip it's ridiculous, she watchin' it grow

Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies

If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash in to a light bolt

Now you crawlin' out the driver side like a centipede

And me, I'm finna be on a jet to the Phillipines

Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don't intervene

While I'm smashin' Saweetie pussy to smithereens

It's the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I'm him

Puttin' this big black dick in your skims

I don't think they know who they fuckin' with

Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips

Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady

I unpack the heat with my oven mitts

I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit

Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady

I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night

I was wasted last night, I went ape shit last night

Chopped his body up, and forget where I placed it last night

Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn't taste it last night (Hahaha)

Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion

Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on

So fee-fi-fum, I'm with 40 goin' dumb

Not E-40, the other 40, I'm with Canadians in Drake's house

(Havin' a stakeout)

And I'm so tired of orderin' takeout, what's beef?

Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out

So let's play house with the Dracos and the AR

Stay the fuck up off of Stanley grass and take a shit in they yard

And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet

(Here it is another BBL)

And my dick get little on the internet

My intellect is NFT's and Cryptos, I can never be a Crip though

I tip-toe with my red rag around six O's

Chuck?

Yeah

Hey, man, let's get you out the rain

Good lookin', how's your night goin', bro?

I'm cool, man, you don't need that mask

Nobody cares about that shit anymore

You got a charger up there with you?

Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too

Good lookin', homie

Ayo, I really fuck with that starter cap, that shit hard as fuck

Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace

What?

He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago

Damn

It's my favorite

Can I see that shit for a minute?

Uh, yeah, sure

Oh, shit, this motherfucker autographed and everything

Who signed it for you?

Eminem

He used to be like this rap God

Man, me and my brother praised him

Back when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff

Woah, wait, I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have a gu—?

Yo, shut the fuck up

Ayy, man, I'm drivin', I'll get you there wait

I'll take you, I'm a fan, that's cool

Stop lookin' back, stop lookin' back here

It's cool dude, man, you don't need to do this

Focus on the fuckin' road

Okay

Yo, come on, man

Alright

Drive

Alright, alright

Drive

We'll go, we'll go

Shut the fuck up

Alright

Ask Dre

All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC 10

One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin' Black... skin

This ain't no suit that I wore

This ain't a mansion, a hangin' plaque, this ain't no stupid award

So, oh, he goes platinum

And, oh, I'm on the 'Math with him

He got all the Blackest friends

He wants to be African, me

Left for dead on the Doctor's Advocate

Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it

Oh, here goes the magic tricks

Candy shops and the magic stick

DeAngelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again

You depressed, you just maskin' it

You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin

But the math wasn't mathin' in

So pass me the torch 'cause the torture in my mind

With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye

To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9's

When you was pretendin' to be the white Royce da 5'9"

I just crossed a fine line

Might just force the white guy to call D12 so he can be the pork they grind, swine

And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don

So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine

I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar

Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car

I'd rather listen to Snitch9ine like sixty-nine times

And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you

You're a Karen, call the cops, tell 'em it's a Black man on your block

With a Glock and he got it cocked

And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop

He standin' on a teal drop and he says he can feel Pac in the air

Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin'

(Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island)

So silence, I'm—, I'm thinkin', uh, mm, yeah

Nothin' rhymes with orange!

So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please, stand up

Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up

I could .40 Glock you, unarmed

Drop the world on your head with one arm

Dear Slim, Hailie's with me and she's unharmed for now (Dad, I'm really scared)

These are the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defence

'Cause G's ain't supposed to fold up

With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up

I'm cold as COVID, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona

The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona

On each side of my shoulders is demons chasin' Jehovah

The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (How it feel?)

Twenty-three years, still ain't penetratin' the culture

You are not, top five, in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes

No André, no Nas, stop tellin' white lies

Sniff a white line, this the right time

I Suge Knight Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy

I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)

I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)

I'm not Mr. Nice Guy

I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)

Dre know

I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)

Way to fuckin' go

You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope

Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in a scope

('Cause I'm shady) Shadier than him

(I'm crazy) Crazier than Kim

So when the Bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings

I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains

Oh, you think I'm a Joker? Well, riddle me this

You love your mother?

Well, I'm cleanin' out your closet for you and your half-brother

And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanna go to 8 Mile

'Cause when I was little to get some M&M's, I had to walk eight miles

But you wouldn't leave the studio, your life is on loop

That's why I'm doggy in style, 'cause niggas rather bump Snoop

And I'm a lyrical .50 cal

Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin'

The chainsaw, vrin, vrin

Hello? Hello?

Pagin' Dr. Dre?

He ain't got a lot to say

But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you

Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt' and force 'em back in the cocoon

Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?

The chick on the show wasn't pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you

So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it

And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana

You wish you was Santana or Cam in them 10 J's

Durag for ten years and never had one wave

And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave

And some say he would back to haunt Slim Shady one day

Now I'm here, hope you ready, this is not mom's spaghetti

This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil' Debbie

He takes the cake

'Cause she was only fifteen, so how could one not sympathize with her havin' you as a teen?

She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams

Just to see her son out here lookin' like a wigger in jeans (Yeah)

Little Marshall Mathers

Mad 'cause nobody thinks that little Marshall matters

That sentiment's hard to gather

Let's get this shit all together, the picture was ripped, I fixed it

But none with me, you, and 50, let's stitch this shit all together

You like it, Slim?

I made it just for you

I even kidnapped Stan's brother and baited him here for you

But you would just say, "No"

Probably leave us in the blistering cold

God made you damn near perfect, he just missed your soul

You ain't the shell of who you used to be

And after you, it's me, on the Uzi spree like it's two of me

And Matthew's dead now, it's just you and me

The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry

Umm, is that cultural appropriation

Ask Paul if it's even appropriate for me to make that statement, rude of me

How your day went?

Did you re-dye your beard or get another face lift or do shrooms in your mom's basement

Until you nod and see spaceships

And the aliens inside it come and tell you your talent's wasted

Then you wake up and you ain't shit

I know you fiendin' for a Dr. Dre bass hit

How ironic, an addict in a basement

And now I chronic, 'cause I done had it with the fake shit

You never understood ebonics or a cadence

I press everything like a weight bench

And every time the plate hits, you off another playlist

Sorry, it ain't workin' out

Niggas shootin', Billy Blanks (It's my winner's speech)

While I'm here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray

My other twelve personalities wasn't really in the mood today

Hi, kids, here's somethin' funny, let's all say, "Nigga" once

Crashed the car, hit and run

Jumped out, hid the gun

Your fans want a rap god, well, fuck it, I'ma give 'em one

I came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one

Mr. Shady, don't be shady

Pick that pen up, don't be lazy

Call up Dre and get that Dre beat

Jump off stage if shit get crazy

Mr. Shady, don't be shady

Pick that pen up, don't be lazy

Call up Dre and get that Dre beat

Jump off stage if shit get crazy

Stupid lyrics - The Game (feat. Big Sean)

Ayo, Hit', it's time

Yeah, woah, ayy, look

Fuck the bullshit, the mood is full clip (Grr)

10X to play, man, that's my new shit (Woah)

Invest in the business and some new tits

Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid

All Fs, nigga, hangin' out the window with the all black TEC

Nigga, this Maybach stupid

I took off the roof quick, Dior Jordans

Yeah, I'm steppin' in new kicks, we pull up to Ruth Chris, it's Mazeltov

Put the beam on and take the nozzel off

Empty the clip and drop this model off

I'm in this off-white Virgil

Angel wings on the hood, ain't no Rolls Royce commercials

Richard Millies, wrist on silly

Million dollars worth of game like Wallo, Gillie

I know Meek, I know Beanz, I sold Peedi crack

I'm on the freeway, I know Philly, nigga

Fuck the bullshit, the mood is full clip (Grr)

10X to play, man, that's my new shit (Woah)

Invest in the business and some new tits

Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid

My drive on a hundred, I just pray that I never crash (Swerve)

Chuck lettin' choppers fly in here with no heli' pad

I throw my weight around, niggas wish I would scale it back (Damn)

I'm either the best that she ever had or never had (For real)

Ay dios, I-T is me, ho (I do it)

Niggas on Rodeo, dumpin' like rope dio's

Scratch that, I'm Preemo, bullets go Dan Marino

Don Vido, call the shots, go Tarantino (Boy)

High-key when I speak, this shit a key note

Covered in all red, I'm supreme, ho

Whole ting go stupid (Boy)

She say I'm the most beautiful nigga she ever seen (Damn)

Black don't crack, my Glock forever seventeen (Damn)

Okay, I might let my soul glow like the '70s

A real rolling stone on the cover of Ebony

I've been fuckin' with The Game forever, I'm not a referee (No way)

R.I.P. some niggas still alive, they just dead to me (Lil' bitch)

Fuck the bullshit, the mood is full clip (Grr)

10X to play, man, that's my new shit (Woah)

Invest in the business and some new tits

Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid

She loved me when I was bald, the gangster Chico' to ball

I told her, "Shoot for the stars", the shell cases on Mars

Pull up to my garage and now she wanna ménage

I put a girl in an Uber, she here, I'm 'bout to fuck y'all stupid

But I make smart moves

Sharks in the water, guess who got a lil' harpoon

Quick drawn, no cartoons (Cartoons), her head game insane

Put a ring on the pinky, 'cause that brain is stupid

Like the diamonds in my Cuban Linx

Flex on you niggas like Killa Cam doin' pink

But my set never dippin', shobberin' when I'm drippin'

Got them things in the kitchen, just remove the sink

Fuck the bullshit, the mood is full clip (Grr)

10X to play, man, that's my new shit (Woah)

Invest in the business and some new tits

Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid

.38 Special lyrics - The Game (feat. Blueface)

[Blueface:]

I could talk your baby mama out her panty drawers

Every day it's Cripmas, my son know his daddy Santa Claus

Busting my clip if I decide to up it and set it off

My ex bitch thought she was the best until she seen I was better off

[The Game:]

.38 revolver, watch it wind up, baby

On the horn like a rhino, get you lined up, baby

Throw your Rollie in the sky, then your time's up, baby

Like them drivers in LAX, we throw them signs up, baby

Don't sign up to get signed off

I wish death on you and them niggas that lined off

It be the nigga in the picture with you

That'll take you out the picture, used to kick it with you

Why you niggas wanna flame me?

'Cause I got it out the mud like the military trained me

And here's something you should know

Me and 50 ain't never did a show

Imagine if we did

We would've passed down that BMF power to our kids

I had that G-Unit bandana wrapped around my face

Niggas kicked me out the group then, murder was the case

It's that .38 special

It's that .38 special

Timbo, baby

Niggas put you on The Game, now the tempo crazy

I've been all around New York in my Timbos lately

Big steppin' out the Porsche, tinted windows, baby

Westside highway, blowing indo, baby

Stick on me, it's The Game, not Nintendo, baby

Put on any instrumental and watch him go crazy

Drac' on me, I've been drilling since the intro, baby

I'm a pimp though, baby, ain't no limp though, baby

I tell these hoes, "Run my money over Venmo", baby

And this shit go crazy, I know them niggas gon' hate me

I take a brick and make it flip until your bitch come break me

They say he's that nigga, the K is Jack Ripper

If they play my shit backwards, they play me back, Jigga

They say he that nigga like Dre, Three Stacks with him

If they play this shit backwards, they playing me back, Jigga

It's that .38 special

It's that .38 special

Twisted lyrics - The Game

If I love, I love, I love you

If I love, I love, I love, I love you

My little niggas come through drillin' shit

You know how many times I try to talk 'em out of killin' shit?

But they don't listen to me, they listen to NBA YoungBoy

Say they'll never be broke again, and I love 'em, them my young boys

It's Compton, nigga, where everybody got heat

Even Walmart came through and stepped on the Compton swap meet

We lost niggas and we found niggas

We swim through rival neighborhoods until we drown, nigga

And we don't need Joe Biden for crack pipes, we got 'em, nigga

I know glass blowers who braid hair in the bottoms, nigga

I know smokers that still alive after bad drugs

I know some jakes that never made it out that bathtub

I know some niggas masked up, ready to blast snubs

Tryna decide between food and chronic, down to they last dub

Fuck where he from, take off, don't even ask cuz

I used to save niggas, now that call end with smash, blood, I'm twisted

Hardest liquor in my system got me twisted

Ridin' through Inglewood, Backwoods gettin' twisted

'Bout to pull up to the jungles and get twisted

.30 on my lap 'cause you niggas got me twisted

It's still fuck my brother and I just made up with my sister

Nightmares on Elm Street, so I wake up to my pistol

In the backyard with my oldest son

He can't get the silencer on his gun, lil' nigga, you gotta twist it

We don't leave the house without the hammer on

Fuck it look like sayin' The Game dead on your camera phone

Slow down, you gotta move in slow motion

Like a plane from the ground, I seen all four oceans

I run with felons, the good fellas

Bulletproof umbrellas, nigga, ain't nobody tellin'

And ain't nobody sellin', we don't trust you niggas

Shoot shadows over the roaches, we'll crush you niggas

Step over niggas, like A.I. do

You'll be lookin' up at cornrows like Tyronn Lue

We send bitches to your section just to spy on you

Ring camera on the text, I got my eye on you

We don't switch sets, never have, never will

Certified gangstas, nigga, bandanas is dip set

Killer Cali, nigga, lil' Uzis, big sweats

Triads, eses, Bloods and them Crip sets, twisted

Hardest liquor in my system got me twisted

Ridin' through Inglewood, Backwoods gettin' twisted

'Bout to pull up to the jungles and get twisted

.30 on my lap 'cause you niggas got me twisted

It's still fuck my brother and I just made up with my sister (If I love, I love, I love you)

Nightmares on Elm Street, so I wake up to my pistol

In the backyard with my oldest son (If I love, I love, I love, I love you)

He can't get the silencer on his gun, lil' nigga, you gotta twist it

If I love, I love, I love you

If I love, I love, I love, I love you

If I love, I love, I love you

If I love, I love, I love, I love you

World Tours lyrics - The Game (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

[Nipsey Hussle:]

Yeah

Just tap in

And then we go

Yeah

Alright

I found myself, foot on the gas, rev it (Rev it)

Motivation, rap, hustlin' and dope sellin'

Block reverend, yeah

Block reverend, trip taken, risk taken

Anti-flick taken

Take a nigga bitch, taken

Vacations

First class seats but goin' places rappers go

But you ain't a rapper though

So what make it special?

I'm askin' questions, like "Is that girl yours?"

World tours (World tours, world tours)

But you don't rap though

Ayy, big pimpin', get that money off the track, hoe

Still hustle hard, but got money to relax though

Spendin' blue hunnids up at Saks though

Selfmade, came in through the backdoor

Not a act though

South Central, this the souls of black folk (Black folk)

What they got bangin', smoke crack mo'

Souls of black folk

Purple Sprite and sip act' more

[The Game:]

Nip, what up loc? What they do up there?

You be proud of me, I just hopped off the jet in the bluest ash

Drove down to [?] it was like you was there

Almost flipped the Benz on [?] and joined you up there

LA been tricky as fuck lately, it's all through the air

So many rappers dyin', it's like niggas outside playin' musical chairs

They killed Slim400, stabbed Drakeo

I been out the way though in Calabasas tryna lay low

Yeah, this can't be the shit that our grandmothers prayed for

I been on my knees at night, I move when God say so

I know niggas try and prey on me, so I pray next to this draco

And nigga still out here runnin' your marathon

This your beat, dawg, in a Hellcat with the desi on

Get this though, I been in the studio every day with your nigga Hit, though

Makin' hits though

I miss you nigga, you know how this shit go

[Nipsey Hussle:]

World tours (World tours)

World tours (World tours)

Selfmade, came in through the backdoor

Still hustle hard, but got money to relax though

This the souls of black folk

What they got bangin', smoke crack mo'

World tours (World tours)

World tours (World tours)

Save The Best For Last lyrics - The Game (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro:]

M-M-Maybach Music

[Rick Ross:]

Pray for the days when the failure was a phase

Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face

The top came down so I never hit the brakes

The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase

Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn

Black male, pickin' cotton, hustles came in different forms

Started with the pies, real ones lost lives

Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized

I buckled down in a Porsche

Buttoned up, Tom Ford

Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue

But fuck 'em, I want a war

Butt fuckin' 'em, slow, raw

Pertaining only to women, my lady know I'm a lord, Lord

Forgive me for all my wrongs

Killin' niggas for sneakers and shit that's said in a song

Puttin' homies in check instead of puttin' 'em on

I'm always put to the test, real ones finishing strong

[The Game:]

Fresh up out the gutter, nigga, yeah

And I can never be them other niggas

I don't come through blood niggas, a semi not on me

Exchange words and shots with like ten of my homies

And no matter what I do, I'm not good enough

Drive-bys, blood splattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough

But why cry?

I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up

Thug life, it's in my veins, go dig Pac up

I'm where Pac was, only difference, got my Glock up

'Cause I been shot up, it's time to balance out my chakras

I'm not the same motherfucker that I used to be

I'm H.E.R., acoustically

You niggas gon' get used to me

I'm tired of niggas usin' me, abusin' me

Usually, I make a call, get the windows knocked out your motherfuckin' eulogy

Imagine niggas shootin' me, yeah, Compton was like a zoo to me

I'm a lion, king of my jungle, that's why it ain't no gettin' through to me

For my first album, early 2000s, I was with the foolery

Outside the L'Ermitage, could've got Fab for all his jewelry

Ain't even really know how to rap yet

I was just a Click Clack vet'

Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check

Y'all heard it first (Y'all heard it first)

I ain't even told Fab yet

This might affect our friendship, nigga

I ain't even ask yet

I ain't even have half of an Aftermath check

All in Brooklyn with you and Clue on the corner with my rag just

Hangin' in the wind, with the stainless in the Benz

Brainless when it spins, and I aim it for all my friends

That go for Ross too

I brought a gun and some chalk too

For openin' up doors, it cost a Maybach just to walk through

And on my dark days, I walk inside a dark booth

Speak what's on my mind but they ain't ready for the hard truth

You can't call yourself king when I taught you

Brought you a classic for you and all your niggas to spark to

I ought to, nah, fuck it

'Cause even Nikki Giovanni had James Baldwin to talk to

So I get high, then I swan dive in a shark pool

With the same red bandana, "Start From Scratch" part two

Nas got the part, so I went and got the part too

Snoop went and pulled the rag out, shit, I went and bought that car too

That shit was hard too

Run up on it while my son inside it, the .40'll spin your ass around like a barstool

Let Jesus take the wheel, I step on the gas

I wanted a million like Aaliyah, I wish that she never crashed

And I only made it this far 'cause I always knew the task

Understood my greatness and over stood all the math

I don't need your love or the credit, I always got cash

And even now, my 2020 vision is somewhere in the past

Who the next rapper murdered? Every month, a nigga pass

But me, I'm still alive, I guess they saved the best for last

A Father's Prayer lyrics - The Game

This a open letter to my daughter, nigga

This is Hov talking to Rumi and Blue Carter, nigga

This is Nas talking to Destiny

This Imani and Nip's legacy

Beautiful black babies

I hope you never meet a nigga like me, but one who treat you like a lady

It ain't about the Hermes bag and the Mercedes

It's about whenever you cry, he stop you from going crazy

Lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby

For my blessing, it's thirty-three seconds, Tracy McGrady

Niggas shady, so I gotta protect you, Em and Hailie

Tell them disrespectful niggas I polish the semi daily

I trust you, I love you, get chills when I touch you

Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in, and I hug you

Tell you daddy ain't perfect, I did what I had to do

And one day I'm gon' explain, Tristan Thompson, the truth

Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human

Over my baby, we can get into it

Hop out the Bentley coupe while it's still movin'

Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'"

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I make somebody son cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I make somebody son cry, look

I call it California dream 'cause I'm livin' one

Hollowed up them F and Ns and show a nigga some'

Or you could be my third son, take a pic or some'

Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot the blick or some'

You roll Backwoods, but she don't smoke

Her mama grew up in 60s, my nigga, she ain't no joke

But don't be cuzzin' my daughter, she ain't no loc

And don't be drivin' her brazy, 'cause them are folks

So smart, so beautiful, baby hairs to the cuticles

Rolex at eleven, she ain't impressed by the usual

Don't ever disrespect or overstep, that's law

Keep a fresh pack of Magnums, you ain't hittin' that raw

You ain't hittin' at all, I told her wait for marriage

Iced out since she was two, so she don't date for karats

It's like Ye in Paris when North in Shyne town

I'm either walking it down the aisle or walking straight out of trial

Fuck with me

Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human

Over my baby, we can get into it

Hop out the Bentley coupe while it's still movin'

Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'"

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I make somebody son cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I make somebody son cry, look

Universal Love lyrics - The Game (feat. Chris Brown, Chloe Bailey & Cassie)

Love, what is love?

A person? A dream?

Is it a feeling?

Is it peace or all imagination?

Maybe love is you, maybe love is me

Exactly

'Cause love is everything

I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming

'Bout you, and the love (Love)

How'd I ever let you—

Oh, how I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming

'Bout you, and the love

How'd I ever let you— Uh

I'm from a country called Earth

But we don't know if the sun or moon came first

We know pain and we definitely know hurt

Live life 'cause death is somethin' we can never revert

I got a brother named Q, he love his mom like me

Every woman who birthed a child should be livin' for free

And every man should carry the load for his family

It shouldn't be no enemies 'cause children are the casualties

If I ruled the world and everything in it

I'd give every kid from Compton an Amex with no limit

I'd put Nas in a senate seat, Lauryn on Capitol Hill

Ye for president, then I'd reveal

My new plan for healthcare is every rapper stoppin' the beat

And everybody see the doctor for free

I'd share my vision, so everybody blind could see

I'd stop a complete stranger in the middle of the street now

Hug somebody (Oh, how I'm wishin'), love somebody (Thinkin', dreamin')

Sometimes, all we need—

Sometimes, all we need is love ('Bout you and the love)

But you don't want what you got 'til it's gone

Universal love (Oh, how I'm wishin', thinkin', dreamin')

But you don't want what you got 'til it's gone

That universal love ('Bout you and the love)

But you don't want what you got, uh, uh

Right here (Here)

Be right here (Be right here)

No fear (Fear)

Have no fear (Have no fear)

Right here (Here)

Be right here (Be right here)

No fear (Fear)

Have no fear

Love will be right—

I live life for the Buffalo ten

And I prayed it never happen again, then it did

Who kill kids? Nineteen to be exact

How you walk into an elementary school like that?

Ain't old enough to buy liquor, but old enough to buy guns

Dear America, you killin' your own daughters and sons

We hate each other so much, we kill each other so much

It's like we don't believe in God, and He never show up

You know what? I see Him everywhere, look in a child's eyes

Then look within before you start lookin' outside

Don't let the filters confuse you with your inner self

I want your beautiful soul to match your mental health

They throwin' shade, it's nothin' to get some new frames

We should be rushin' to get Russia out of Ukraine

So sick and tired, always pickin' a side

'Til the goverment empathize, stop switchin' the vibes

Ain't nothin' to hide when you live in your pride, uh

If gay is happy, I'm Isaiah Rashad, uh

Yeah, love women, of course

Only human beings, connected directly to the source (To the source)

New life ain't tainted

But the world is, ain't it?

Ticky-tock, ticky-tock, ticky, ticky, ticky-ta-ta

Ayo, I'll tell you the rest when I see you, but for now

Hug somebody (Oh, how I'm wishin'), love somebody (Thinkin', dreamin')

Sometimes, all we need—

Sometimes, all we need is love ('Bout you and the love)

But you don't want what you got 'til it's gone

Universal love (Oh, how I'm wishin', thinkin', dreamin')

But you don't want what you got 'til it's gone

That universal love ('Bout you and the love)

But you don't want what you got

Right here (Here)

Be right here (Be right here, yeah)

No fear (Fear, oh yeah)

Have no fear (Have no fear, be right here)

Right here (Be right here, here)

Be right here (Be right here)

No fear (Fear)

Have no fear

Love will be right—

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone

Oh, how I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming

'Bout you, and the love

How'd I ever let you—

Oh, how I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming

'Bout you, and the love

How'd I ever let you—

How— How— How I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming

'Bout you, and the love

Born 2 Rap (2019)

 

• City Of Sin
• No Smoke
• Five Hundred Dollar Candles
• The Light
• Carmen Electra
• Dead Homies
• Gold Daytonas
• West Side
• 40 Ounce Love
• Gucci Flip Flops
• Born 2 Rap
• Welcome Home
• Help Me (Interlude)
• I Didn't Wanna Write This Song
• The Code
• Stay Down
• Hug The Block
• Ask For Me
• Stainless
• Gangstas Make The Girls Go Wild
• Blood Thicker Than Water
• Rewind II
• One Life
• Cross On Jesus Back
• Roadside

City Of Sin lyrics - The Game (feat. Ed Sheeran)

Welcome to the sea of sin

Living in the City of Angels

And you'll still hear them sing

Welcome to the sea of sin

Living in the City of Angels

And you'll still hear them sing lullabies

To the night

No Smoke lyrics - The Game (feat. Miguel & Travis Barker)

[The Game:]

Guess who back in the buildin' stackin' them millions

Y'all wanted me to rap, I'm bringin' back that feelin'

Bridge the gap between mumble rap and these killers

Bridge the gap between smokers and Lean sippers

These niggas make records to please niggas

I make records every second to shelter and feed niggas

What is hip-hop these days, jealousy and greed, nigga?

Champagne bottles and IG models that tease niggas?

I smoke weed to keep my mind at ease, nigga

Dr. Dre planted this Chronic seed, nigga

Y'all don't want no smoke with me, nigga

L.A. is a hot box, it's hard to breathe in it

Got hives all over my city with bees in it

No traffic, they'll swarm to the club in three minutes

And if they late, I bob and weave niggas

Always whippin' niggas ass, feelin' like I'm in a Creed, nigga

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

Puff, puff, pass

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

Puff, puff, pass

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

Better pass, homie

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

Y'all better off tryna smoke with me

[Miguel:]

They don't want no smoke with me

They don't want no smoke with me, my darling

They don't want no smoke with me

They don't want no smoke with me, my darling

Darling, darling

[The Game:]

My Documentary Grammy went to Missy

I learned my lesson then

Hip-hop'll take your heart no matter the type of vest you in

But I was destined then, my legacy

And at the end, I could get shot like Pac and I felt like I was his next of kin

Had to kick the door down since niggas ain't wanna let me in

Tell 'em its Game but these hoes call me ESPN

Sent Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend

Before that, do you remember what condition the West was in?

Sittin' there, record playin', Swizz Beatz lecturin'

Pharrell told me, "You gotta chill, God gave you a second chance"

Even though I respect my fam, don't move with the TEC in hand

And none of y'all nigga don't want no smoke, not even second-hand

I'm from L.A. where even bitches pack an extra friend

And we make little niggas like Soulja Boy sneak our weapons in

F and Ns that drop one of your F'in friends

This kind of smoke'll make Red not wanna stand next to Method Man

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

Puff, puff, pass

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

Puff, puff, pass

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

Better pass, homie

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me

Y'all better off tryna smoke with me

[Miguel:]

They don't want no smoke with me

They don't want no smoke with me, my darling

They don't want no smoke with me

They don't want no smoke with me, my darling

Darling, darling

My darling

My darling

They don't want no smoke with me

Five Hundred Dollar Candles lyrics - The Game (feat. DOM KENNEDY)

[Intro:]

You're proud of that fact that you're-you're in the gang

From Lime Hood

Why? But you're proud of the fact that you're what, why is that?

Why?

Yeah

'Cause I'm down, I'm down for it

'Cause I'm a true [?]

I'm a true [?]

I come from the heart

What-what, why?

W-w-why be in a gang, what's in it for you?

What's in it?

Well, you get killed, right?

Yeah

You mean some of your friends been killed?

Yeah

So

For a simple cause

W-w-what's the simple cause?

Of bein' a Blood

[DOM KENNEDY:]

On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice

On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice

'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose

Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose

L.A. niggas with the bullshit

You better not step to me wrong

I'll burn five hundred dollar candles

Will they mourn me when I'm gone?

[The Game:]

39 and I'm still bangin' (Still bangin')

I can't get out if I wanted to (If I wanted to)

All I did was document my life (Document my life)

I ain't put that red rag in front of you (In front of you)

My first album had the world lit (World lit)

Hit the hood and brought the Hummer through (Hummer through)

I finally got the Impala candy-painted (Candy-painted)

Show you outta-towners what that Summer do

Started off with 60 niggas with me everywhere I went

120 cups inside a Summer Jam tent

I went from broke fantasizin' 'bout Christina Aquilera to

Puttin' TVs in the dash of my mama's Xterra

This is real shit

I'm spittin' bars from the gun niggas get killed with

I had to cover my son and let that steel spit

I talked about in songs, niggas got real sick

Dre thought that I was just rappin'

I told 'em I had bodies, no cappin'

Nigga, this the new Compton

2005, my whole life got live

Picture a gang member on the cover of the Vibe

Tell 'em why it's West Side

[DOM KENNEDY:]

'Cause L.A. niggas with the bullshit

You better not step to me wrong

I'll burn five hundred dollar candles

Will they mourn me when I'm gone?

On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice

On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice

'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose

Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose

[The Game:]

They don't put me on the set at Rollin' Loud

AK-47 only way I move the crowd (The crowd)

This my life (This my life)

It's more than music (It's more than music)

A lot of niggas rap but I was born to do it (I was born to do it)

Took my mama two days to give birth

And how I repay her? Goin' through her motherfuckin' purse (Motherfuckin' purse)

It's crazy how she loved me after all my dirt (After all my dirt)

Nigga disrespect her, he gon' touch the earth (Touch the earth)

If it's me or my niggas, then I'ma die first

Go on my 'Gram, put that pic of me and DOM on some shirts

It's all fun and games 'til that Super Soaker squirt

You lost somebody you love, I know it hurt

I got two dead brothers, one dead father

A mama with a pacemaker, two sons, and a daughter

I got a lot to live for but I ain't scared to die

I got this Hennessy and my nigga DOM KENNEDY

West Side

[DOM KENNEDY:]

Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit

You better not step to me wrong

I'll burn five hundred dollar candles

Will they mourn me when I'm gone?

Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit (Bullshit)

You better not step to me wrong (Step to me wrong)

I'll burn five hundred dollar candles (Dollar candles)

Will they mourn me when I'm gone? (When I'm gone)

How long? Yeah

How long? Uh-huh

Yup, straight like that, yeah

Give hundred dollar candles

When I'm gone, yeah

Now, step to me wrong

Five hundred dollars candles

Will they mourn me when I'm gone? (Yeah)

Oh, haha, I'm gone, yeah

Yup

The Light lyrics - The Game

I see you in a lonely place

How can you be so blind?

You're still regretting the love you left-left behind

Oh, darling

I seen you go through the changes

Sitting alone each night

Are you expecting to find the love (Love-love-love-love)

Used to sell it all night

Virgil owe me a percentage of that off-white

Take a nigga bitch out of spite

I'm every bitch type

I'm on the block, Rolls truck sittin' nice

Niggas still can't see me, I'm hidin' in plain sight

Last 15 years of my life, I cut any hip-hop nigga fuckin' throat with this mic

I hit the dealership and get them niggas right

Before you cop it, you gotta ask, "What's the price?"

You in the club makin' toast to your life

I'm in this Ghost gettin' throat at this light

We ain't the same, nigga, your ticket's by the lights

I'm wipin' sweat off my Fendi at this Pacquiao fight

Niggas that I thought was wasn't that nice

If it's only hip-hop tell Em, "Step in this light" (Light, light)

Tell Cole, "Step in this light" (Light, light)

Tell Dot, "Step in this light" (Light, light)

Tell Drizzy, "Step in this light" (Light, light)

Travis Scott, step to the light (Light, light)

300 Bars was just an intro

That was me in DJ Skee basement relaxed of Endo

You ain't even seen me off the 'Tron yet

You ain't heard me on a county jail phone yet

I ain't even set the tone yet

Picture Wu-Tang mobbin' deep on a Nore-N-Capone set

My diamonds offset

Yeah, my Audemar wet

It look like me, Nicki, and Cardi B havin' phone sex

Who gon' flex?

Who want next?

How many niggas I done bodied and me and Hov ain't done a song yet

And all you niggas cappin', actin' like you own jets

Land it at Teterboro and bring that ass to Funk Flex

Bring them Dracos, you been shootin' at niggas on texts

All these threats, ain't even comfortable inside your own flesh

Jimmy Iovine should have kept his advice

Instead of tellin' niggas they could ever step in this light

Tell Future, "Step in this light" (Light, light)

Tell Chance, "Step in this light" (Light, light)

Tell Sean, "Step to this light" (Light, light)

If it's only hip-hop, tell nigga, "Step in my light" (Light, light)

Carmen Electra lyrics - The Game (feat. Mozzy, Osbe Chill & Tobi)

[The Game:]

Ayo, I mob how I mob, yeah, I'm hood with it

Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley, yeah, I'm good with it

Everything Suge with it, I'm a boss like that

Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that

It's Bompton, reason why I talk like that

Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that

I'm Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me

Hurricane Game, Katrina'd the AP

Top-down, the AC, with X and AZ

Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD

Don't try me, nigga, homicide's my hobby

Backwoods we fat, blowin' these sacks like Mozzy

In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani

Plus, I keep an extra with the owl feather texture

2020, we doin' drive-bys in Teslas

Sex, money, murder, and drugs, Carmen Electra

[ToBi (The Game):]

Fuck the slice, I want the pie

Why ask, "Why? ", 'til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie

(Carmen Electra)

Drugs and thugs, swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie

(Carmen Electra)

[Mozzy:]

Four Block bangin', I'm from the dope spot, baby

Type to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked, baby

In this four-door 'Cedes, the Rollie oh so brazy

Chopper for that old school that I can throw on Daytons

Fuck who hatin'

Blood on the Benjamins, I'm a gangsta

Pull up on the side of his vehicle, tryna spank 'em

Cookies by the onions, we plug 'em, the people thank us

As-salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us

Can't nobody save us, stay dangerous, it's on the gang

Told Game, "Pass the thang," I feel like I got my wing

Pissin' on they grave and wackin' out what they bang

Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same

She chose up on the 'ism, the Maserati to blame

We body for body, ahki, I caught him and got him flamed

Free the Gangland, when he touched, got him a chain

When he touched, got him some cake

When he touched, got him a Drac' (Ayy)

[ToBi (The Game):]

Fuck the slice, I want the pie

Why ask, "Why? ", 'til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie

(Carmen Electra)

Drugs and thugs, swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie

(Carmen Electra)

[Osbe Chill:]

O-S-B-E Chill, fuck what they feel

Have a nigga leanin' soon as I pop his seal

Put the work like Copperfield, I got it to disappear

Heard you was lookin' for me, I'm right here (Right here)

Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones (Baby stones)

Cash Money in my pocket, get my Baby on (Baby on)

Only eat the pussy if it taste like Avión (Yeah)

Tell her run my shit back like Le'Veon (Bitch)

Sittin' in the bucket 'bout to trip me a nigga, yeah

Los Angeles, clip me a nigga, yeah

ATL, Tip me a nigga (Uh)

Like Black Chyna, I'ma give in, nigga (Pause)

Gang injunctions don't stop the function, yeah

Trees by Game, Patrón consumptions, yeah

Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin'

I put that on Mary-Anne, that I am what I am, nigga

[ToBi (The Game):]

Fuck the slice, I want the pie

Why ask, "Why? ", 'til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie

(Carmen Electra)

Drugs and thugs, swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie

(Carmen Electra)

Dead Homies lyrics - The Game (feat. Red Cafe)

[Red Cafe:]

Ayy, ayy

I said last time, last time

A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep

I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies

Last time, last time

A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep

I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies

[The Game:]

We was sippin' D'Ussé in the Mulsanne, rollin' Old Dirty Bastard to some old Wu-Tang

I told her for the pootang, I would do things

Even though we had different colors in our shoestrings

She grew up in the 60s, did her new-new thing

I wasn't really trippin', so we kicked it, Liu Kang

I was all on them titties, boy, 2 Chainz

This bitch pussy bomber than Saddam Hussein

Dead homies

[Red Cafe:]

Said last time, last time

A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep

I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies

Last time, last time

A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep

I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)

Dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)

Dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)

[The Game (Red Cafe):]

Ridin' through Compton with the angel on the hood

Got niggas on Death Row, everything ain't all Suge

My nigga 4 Bent gone for good so I'ma fuck you in the back of the ghost for the dead homies (Dead homies)

I'm in here doin' the most for the dead homies (Dead homies)

Shoot my shot in her throat for the dead homies (Dead homies)

I poured the Henny on her chest, put that pussy to rest

Then woke her up, stop sleepin' on the West

[Red Cafe:]

Said last time, last time

A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep

I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies

Last time, last time

A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep

I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)

Dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)

Gold Daytonas lyrics - The Game (feat. DOM KENNEDY)

[DOM KENNEDY (The Game):]

Gold Daytonas

(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)

Ride with it on us

(You know we got it)

Yeah, gold Daytonas

(The motherfuckin' wheels)

Ride with it on us

[The Game:]

You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center?

Next day you watchin' Bron Bron with them staples in 'em (Lake Show)

Yeah, came for the ruckus

Head to toe, dipped in Supreme, I'm like a Cutlass

Fuck it, let loose on niggas

Spill my Goose on niggas, two tears in a bucket (Want all the smoke)

Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck

See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12)

Need at least a hundred thousand 'fore we go in clubs ('Fore we what?)

'Fore we pour them shots ('Fore we what?)

'Fore we throw them dubs

West Side to New York, niggas show me love (Niggas know)

Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs

[DOM KENNEDY (The Game):]

Gold Daytonas

(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)

Yeah, ride with it on us

Uh, what you know about it?

Gold Daytonas

(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)

Ride with it on us

(Ride)

Yeah

[DOM KENNEDY:]

Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds

And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh

At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in

Shrimp Fettuccini then hop back in the Benz (Uh)

Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us

Leimert Park to the Rucker, I'm with Chuck

Get pressed for your Chucks

Matte black on the truck

Cuban Link on tuck

Ace of Spades in my cup, uh

You wanna give me what I need, baby?

My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh

Game told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up"

And if they hate, then let 'em hate

Then they gon' end up down one

[DOM KENNEDY (The Game):]

Gold Daytonas

(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)

Ride with it on us

(Uh, you know we got it, nigga)

Yeah

(Ayy)

Gold Daytonas

(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', ayy)

Ride with it on us

(Ride, ride, ride, ride)

Aight

(Ha ha)

[The Game (DOM KENNEDY):]

Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas

(Fuck bitches)

Ayy

(Fuck bitches)

Yeah, yeah

West Side lyrics - The Game

Step off the porch, rag hangin', West Side, that's what we bangin'

Crucifix swingin' off my t-shirt, twistin' my fingers

Impala Off-White, ski mask all black

ADIDAS tracksuit, drawstrings, Chokin' the MAC

Got a couple bullets in it, gangstas slide in the rented

Dumpin' out the window, fuck the world and everything in it

I'm a West Side nigga, ego trippin' and walkin' fast

Listenin' so we talkin' in codes to keep 'em off us

Dre gon' tote it, thirty-six shots

Don Julio got me loaded, don't think I'm not

Go mob on niggas, mob figures, mob triggers

Don't get your punk ass killed on Instagram Live, nigga

My niggas rob niggas, bury you alive

Let the bullets live inside niggas, ain't nowhere to hide

It's survival of the fittest, boy, you fuckin' with the realest

Glock nine, blue steel, holster wrap the chinchilla

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

Ain't no S on my chest, just the West on my back

Born in trenches with the crack, swallow dope, shit the sack

If you frontin' it, come back, if I front, you bring it back

Turn a bird to a Benz, park a Benz by the trap

Let 'em raid, we gon' flush, if you snitchin', you get touched

Tell my mama I'm on the run, not givin' a fuck

Who want what? I put a team together, smash out

Set you up, send a bitch over with her ass out

In California, we got them pictures niggas map out

In California, we turn a mansion to a stash house

I fuck around and leave a dub and they O.D. tonight

You in good hands, you know the Bloods gon' treat you right

Ain't tryna be your man, no, I don't trust 'em, I just beat it right

Gotta put her in a Uber just so I could sleep at night

Never stop bangin', nigga, you know it's still Cedar, right?

After this album, nigga, I gotta raise the feature price

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

40 Ounce Love lyrics - The Game (feat. Just Liv)

This is us

Impalas parked next to Bentley trucks

Four bins supposed to be here, I should dig 'em up

But since I can't, I'ma hold this Henny up

15 years of greatness

15 years of hatin'

15 years of patience, that's what I had to practice

So I ain't end up back on that country jail mattress

Fuck all this rap shit

In Compton we in the dirt, sticks on us like a cactus

Cincinnati on, closin' on the third strap

Gave two away to some fans, this my third hat

Runnin' this marathon, I'm on my third lap

Where my key to the city, don't y'all think I deserve that?

L.A. sheriffs left Ryan on the curb, flat

37 shots, so I'm on 133rd strapped

40oz love, white Air Force Ones in the mud

Young front end on the Cutlass like, "What's up?"

See my dead homie mama, hop out and give her a hug

40oz love, niggas gon' ask, so choose one, Crip or Blood

Money fallin' out your pocket while you're sellin' drugs

Every drink of Old English, grab a cup, I fill it up for you

You outta gas? I fill it up for you

You surrounded in the club? We pullin' up for you

You went to jail? I took that money, I put it up for you

You still got your hand out like I ain't did enough for you

You put on that snitch jacket and it stuck to you

On my life, I love you but I can't fuck with you

I gotta stick to the code

Never slip, never fold, stay rich 'til I'm old

Love my kids on my soul

Both my baby mamas know if I go, open the safe and give 'em all the gold

And my cousin, Magic Cold, he in the pen on his toes

How you talk them people into transferrin' you to a level 4?

He got 20 months left, that shit movin' hella slow

20 blunts, half a pound a day until they let him go

I give him 30 racks every time he touch the surface

I'm startin' to think this nigga goin' to jail on purpose

Either way, I gotta keep givin' you 40oz love

White Air Force Ones in the mud

Young front end on the Cutlass like, "What's up?"

See my dead homie mama, hop out and give her a hug

40oz love, niggas gon' ask, so choose one, Crip or Blood

Money fallin' out your pocket while you're sellin' drugs

Every drink of Old English, grab a cup, I fill it up for you

Gucci Flip Flops lyrics - The Game

Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle

Shit was all good just a week ago

About to start snitchin', ain't you?

Ready to start bitchin', ain't you?

I forgive you, I forgive you

Hustlin' just ain't you

If you listenin' to this now that mean Swizzy got it cleared for me

2018, what a fucked-up year for me

Take it back to January, nigga lost his father

Only way I got through it was bumpin' Wayne's first Carter

With the speakers blarin', windows down on my McClaren

See the wheels and it's apparent, this why these fuck niggas starin'

Had a premonition, parked and got out, Calabasas far

Triple X, Biggie, Pac, niggas kill rappers in cars

That was back in June, I missed out on a couple million

Gotta get back in tune

I wake up, work out, hit the studio right after noon

Still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school

Don't me put me in no situation where one of us niggas have to lose

'Cause you'll be in a casket soon

Closed tighter than Mac and Tune

Another classic with no Jigga verse, it'll happen soon

Go bar-for-bar with Jigga

Last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is killer

That is not how I die, I seen my death

Seen all you niggas' demise, folded hands on your chest

Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath

Thought I did niggas right, 'til niggas start goin' left

Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood

Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud

Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could

In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' sides on the hood

Gucci flip flops

Still listenin'? I want y'all to picture this

Me and you tradin' lives, now tell me what the difference is?

More money, more problems

And more niggas who wanna kill you

More empty Patrón bottles

And I don't condone violence but niggas on phone wildin'

Niggas on apps cappin', them choppers at full volume

I put money on nigga's books, got houses out foreclosure

One call'll open fire on niggas and force closure

I'm too O.G. for this shit

Built my career off the rock, Memph' Bleek in this bitch

Comin' of Age, even squashed my beef with Meek for this shit

Get off the phone, stop speakin' and shit

Soon as 12 close the door on you niggas, mouth leakin' and shit

Go to jail, cut a deal, can't do a week in that bitch

That's why I stay away, somewhere on a beach with a bitch

Watchin' Narcos, listenin' to The Weeknd and shit

And this is not how I die, I seen my death

Seen all you niggas' demise, folded hands on your chest

Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath

Thought I did niggas right, 'til niggas start goin' left

Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood

Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud

Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could

In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' on the hood

Gucci flip flops

Born 2 Rap lyrics - The Game

I remember I was rappin' for a year and half

Couple tears in a glass

Some gunshots then I appeared on the map, bust it

In the studio way in the back with Busta

Next mornin' back to weighin' the crack, fuck it

What if Dre don't make an album out my demo?

At least me, Snoop, and Nate Dogg smoked some Endo

Mailman told me, "Be patient," thanks for the info

Next thing I know, I'm in Hits Factory with Timbo

Came back and threw the Range on Lorenzos

I'm reminiscin', lookin' out this Lamborghini window

My Granny told me I'd be bigger than Nintendo, Game

Let the top down so she could scream her grandson name

We on our way back to the nursin' home listenin' to Just Blaze beats to put these verses on

My life almost got cut short on the 'Math 'til Jigga told Dre Hate it or Love it was a smash

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me?

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me?

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who do it better than me?

Who rap better than me?

Who rap better than me?

Should sound like I found the Fountain of Youth

It's like the bald-head Game steppin' back in the booth, true

I'm the only nigga rap like I do, proof

Who survived after 300 Bars, who?

Nobody, I'm still countin' these bodies

Still countin' these millions

Still make everybody quiet when I walk in the lobby of that Interscope buildin'

I still drop one line and have 'em all in they feelings

I know you miss me but I just been in Calabasas

Bought the crib far just to stop from whooppin' nigga's asses

I'm the definition of classic

I'm the feelin' fans used to get when they rip the shit up out the plastic

How many legendary studios got my plaques in it?

New Lambo truck, let's see if I can start from scratch in it

And I started from the bottom of the block

Hate it or live it the underdog still on top, nigga

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me?

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me?

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who do it better than me?

Who rap better than me?

Who rap better than me?

Game was always open arms

You know what I mean?

And, you know, he was the only one for a while

Yeah

From the-from the generation after the Snoop, Dre, Pac

So Game was-he held the position of-everybody looked to Game

For-for, you know, "Hey, listen to my Tape woo"

I actually met Game in my hood on Crenshaw and Slauson

And I was outside on the block with like twenty of my homies

And, um, I see the Range Rover, I'm like, "That's Game right there"

And we all walked up to his car and I handed my CD, you know?

And on my daughter, he had a Glock on his-on his hip

I mean on his lap

And that's what made me like-I ain't gon' say, "Made me respect Game"

I respect Game off all the things he done

But when we met, you know what I'm sayin'?

It was um, I was in the middle of my hood, you know, with all my homies before rap and Game was drivin' through solo with a-with a Glock in his lap

You know so

No security, just solo?

Nah, nah, only solo (Only solo)

Welcome Home lyrics - The Game (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

[Intro:]

Bongo By The Way

[The Game:]

I wake up every mornin' on the same shit

I smoke my wood to the roach, like I ain't rich

Niggas I used to hang with, is still gang, gang with

Lamborghini outside but, nigga, that won't change shit

Same nigga that gave you classic after classic

Could still chop rock and zip it, plastic after plastic

Why you think Dr. Dre don't take me on them yachts with 'em?

Whisperin' to Snoop, "This nigga probably got a Glock with 'em," facts

Smoke comin' out the 'Rari hood

Nigga, I could fuck Nicki if Safaree could

Motivation for all my niggas that's watchin'

All my niggas from Watts and South Central and Compton

I wish you could of been a fly on the wall in my dope spot

Leanin' with it tucked in my drawers and I hope not

'Cause doin' 25 to life is a roadblock

Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shop

[Nipsey Hussle:]

Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (Broke, nigga)

All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga)

All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga (Dope, nigga)

Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga)

Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)

This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga (Locs', nigga)

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga)

[The Game:]

Fire to the spoon put you on the moon

Make America Great Again? You a fuckin' coon

And you niggas wonder why I'm unenthused?

'Cause hard bottoms trump runnin' shoes

And the less you know, the longer you live

And the more you know, they tappin' your crib

My niggas that say they got shot and actually did

Who never thought what happened to Pac would happen to B.I.G?

What happened to L, what happened to Proof, and Jam Jay though?

Hip-hop'll lean on you, R.I.P. to Fredo

Young niggas stay woke, old niggas stay woke

It's rainin' hollow tips, I'm drippin' in this Gucci raincoat

Security won't pat me, niggas won't at me

Same nigga that saved the West with a bald head and some khakis

Watchin' Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me

This my last album, muhfucker, I hope you happy

[Nipsey Hussle:]

Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (Broke, nigga)

All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga)

All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga (Dope, nigga)

Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga)

Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)

This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga (Locs', nigga)

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga)

This shit's over

Say this your last shit, I don't believe you, Chuck

I remember L.A.X., nigga

Bring that beat back for me though, I gotta say somethin'

Yeah, Chuck, what up?

I was like, 'Fuck rap music', I'm gon' rob me a bank

Starvin' artists ain't my style, that shit'll drive me insane

Gave my mind to these millions and my heart to the game

Probably die up in these streets but I survive through my name

Every nigga 'round me killers and I doubt it'd change

If the police get behind us, we go out with a bang

Early 2000s, Murder Inc. was a shame

We was sayin' bullets got no names

Nigga we was charismatic on these corners like 2Pac on stage

But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay

You feel me?

White socks, hat with my Glock on waist

Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea

Posted at the Quick 'N Split, don't get caught on tape

'Cause they put them cameras up since they shot Quinn Shay

Chuck, I remember your white Range

Slauson Ave., ran up on you, gave you my mixtape

Now

[The Game:]

Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga

All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga

All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga

Why the fuck you think they call us dope nigga?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga

Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, nigga?

This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga

Help Me (Interlude) lyrics - The Game (feat. Sly)

Say it ain't so

Oh, say it ain't so

I've been hustling all this time for a better tomorrow in vain

Know that I, I never meant to cause you any sorrow

I meant to cause you any pain

(Never meant to cause you)

Oh, I, I blame it all on me

Lord knows that I could've been there

(Could've been there)

When you needed me but I'm here now

(Fought the whole world)

Fighting back the tears, I can't believe I gotta say goodbye

It's too soon to cry for you

Forgive me momma that I, I'm fighting back the tears

I can't believe my little brother died

Way too soon, cry for you

No, hell no

I'm thinking 'bout setting it off

(Thinking 'bout setting it off)

Thinking 'bout killing them all

(Thinking 'bout killing them all)

They say retaliation is mandatory

Lord help me

(Lord help me to walk away)

Lord help me

(Lord help me to walk away)

Lord help me

(Lord help me to walk away)

And that your will be done

I Didn't Wanna Write This Song lyrics - The Game (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

[DOM KENNEDY:]

Your son wonder when you comin' home

I wonder why you couldn't make it home?

I wonder why they love you when you gone?

I wonder if they know how much they miss you?

Crenshaw, now they yellin', "Crenshaw"

Crenshaw, now they wearin' Crenshaw

I wonder why they love you when you gone?

[Marsha Ambrosius (The Game):]

I wonder if you're there right now {Right now}

(Ayy, Dom)

I wonder

(Ayy, this classic shit, Dom)

I wonder f you're really listenin' to what I feel right now?

(This L.A. shit)

I wonder

I'm hopin' give the peace that'll make 'em really care right now

(Throw them dubs up)

(One time for our nig)

But you're gone and it just isn't fair right now, right now

(We got the world lit)

On God, the work is never done

(We love you, Nip)

How could they die young? Used to be my son

Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb

Know that you were loved, yeah

I didn't wanna write this song

[The Game:]

Didn't wanna write it, so it's from the heart

Even brought your homie from Leimert park

Smokin' papers on Vernon for the hurt

Reminiscin', you in black sand, built it from the dirt

Los Angeles, the gift and a curse

Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth

You had the Staples Center packed like a church

Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse

I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson

You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big at the bosses

Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossin'

Your legacy untouchable like Armenian Crosses

On the days that I'm feelin' exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin'

This type of shit you don't see that often

Stevie Wonder singin', he can't even see your coffin

[Marsha Ambrosius:]

I wonder if you're free right now, yeah

I wonder if you're happy, are you livin' out your dreams right now?

I hope the angels are givin' you your wings right now

The hardest things that I had to sing right now

Right now, right now

Oh, God

The best was yet to come

How could they die young? Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah

Pain I feel is numb

You'll always be loved

I didn't wanna write this song

[The Game:]

Ayy, shit sound like it look

All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book

You had the Eight Treys walkin' with the 60s

I witnessed it all, you was right there with me

From Eritrea to South Central

From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through

Mind over matter, yeah, it's all mental

But I still don't trust 12 when I see 'em in my rearview

Six years ago, I could of been you

Me and some of my old homies had the same issues

If I come, tell God to let me in

Give 'em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN

You got years fallin' down the cheeks of Mexicans

You got a number in my phone I can't text again

And if they killed you, they could kill Game

But I don't mind dyin' if it's gon' bring real change

[Marsha Ambrosius:]

Say hi to the sky, now it's your turn to fly

Still we cry (Still we cry)

I wish I could have protected you there

Just say hi to the sky, now it's your turn to fly

Still we cry, cry, cry

Still we cry, yeah

Cry, cry

I cry

Didn't wanna write this song

[DOM KENNEDY (Marsha Ambrosius):]

Dear Rap game, we can't take no more losses

Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle

King of L.A., Slauson

Clap for 'em

Clap for 'em

Marathon Continues

(I didn't wanna write this song)

The Code lyrics - The Game (feat. 21 Savage)

[21 Savage (The Game):]

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[The Game:]

I was young, black, and ashy, '42 khakis

Red rag in my pocket

Throwin' up Blood to any car that ever pass me

Gangbang classy

Gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy

Niggas wanna dap me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet

On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me

I'm from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets

And niggas in wheelchairs ain't never heard of Degrassi

Raw hand, I'm gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me

Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee

First album classic, second album classic

So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies

N.Y.C., top-down, B.I.G. blastin'

Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me

Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me:

"How you make out that beef with Hov?"

Nigga, my passion

I was in New York the first time I heard "Dear Summer" on Hot 97

Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway

Lookin' out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit

I felt ambushed by New York niggas

It's still West Side though

[21 Savage (The Game):]

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops, Fuck 12)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[The Game:]

See the thing I miss about hip hop the most

Was the storytelling

That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit

That Tribe Called Quest

You know that, that cruisin' the street in my '64, R.I.P. to Eazy

I ain't got nothin' against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas

And remember, nigga, I was young too, let's go

Made it out the hood and some, I'm on my fourth passport

God gave me all this shit, I ain't have to ask for it

Gold things on a '97 Honda Passport

Black ski mask on, runnin' from the task force

Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it

Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard

Sold drugs, made straight A's, and I was playin' sports

Youngin' and fresh, six bricks inside of Jansport

Fast forward, countin' this money on Aftermath fort

Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks

Told her, "Don't come back here," 'til she got a ass for it

Told her, "Run through MAC and then Louis to get a bag for it"

I give you classics when you ask for it

I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard

Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for

I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

[21 Savage (The Game):]

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)

[21 Savage:]

Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang-bang (Bang)

Gang-gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang

Lieutenant like I'm Dan Wayne, bring the major pain-pain

Candle-light, falsified, fish fried, gang gang

All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit (C)

When I'm with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick (Sea)

Throwin' up the pyramid, like I'm from Egypt (Gang)

The hunnid round see-through, y'all so see-through (Bop)

I know real Crips and they say they never see you

Just

Just like Clifford, I'm the big red blood, ayy

Glock.45, get a big red slug

You ain't blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud (Oh)

Way before the rap, I trapped it out the coal

I didn't know how the water whip, I straight dropped the dough (Oh)

All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt

I ain't got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt (Skrrt)

I do this shit myself, nigga, I don't need no help

Walk up on 'em with that, God help me, he a priest now (Bop)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Posted on the block, Dusse-Dusse in my sock

Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (Yeah)

Couple years, real niggas gonna be extinct (Bam)

Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink (Hey)

Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don't think (Oh)

Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (Straight up)

[21 Savage (The Game):]

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho

Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)

Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)

Stay Down lyrics - The Game (feat. Bryson Tiller)

[Bryson Tiller:]

You say ain't trill, you right

Huh

Still, yeah

So go and tell me why

Why you upset (Yeah), why you frownin' (Why)

Why you frownin', why you down, and (Yeah)

Niggas wildin', love to waste time, and (That's right)

Play her like violin, I had to dial in (Phone-up, yeah)

Yeah, I had to dial-up, you was the angel

That got assigned him

You had to change him, had to remind him

Love was a danger, right then I chimed in (I had to chime in)

Why even try him, you ain't on the side, and

And if it's not him, I guess it's mine then

I played the side then, guess I'm the main now

Got a man, boy can run and play games now (Play the games now)

I know it's strange how (Yeah), you get the praise now

You get the claim now

Things been so much different since I came 'round

She say, "Damn," like she trippin' out the Greyhound

Call me (Call me), soon as the plane down when you saw me (Girl, yeah)

Smiles on your face now 'till your jaws weak (Yeah)

Ain't nobody else is all me (It's all me)

Since you met me it was all me (Yeah), for real (Real)

[Bryson Tiller {Both}:]

'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin' (Evenin')

I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)

If he was decent, wait 'till you see this (Yeah)

I better love you, more than he can (More than he can)

{'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin'}

{I give you real love, when you need it}

If he was decent, wait 'till you see this

I better love you, more than he can

[The Game {Both}:]

Wake up, break up, make up, play fuck

Lay up, no sleep, no sex, say less

Get dressed, then trade up

Two cribs, revolvin' doors, A.M., P.M

I'm in, I'm out, she stressed, she saw a DM

And I'm still not a player, but you a hater

New elevator to the top, hah, see you later, I'm gone

New A.P., pimped out piece

In-house cheeks, Z4 pimped out seats

Penthouse, sweet, lease with an option to buy

Coppin' the five-oh Benz, for when I'm not in the sky

Puffin' a lot, sippin' on that Cliquot

Up in the Benz, he throw with this freak hoe

Drippin' like I'm G Perico

I ain't a player, I just crush a lot

Throw up the Duss', I'm about gettin' loot

And I knock those boots on that Roosevelt roof

I don't wanna be a player no more

I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for

Stay down, stay down, {stay down}

[Bryson Tiller {Both}:]

'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin' (Evenin')

I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)

If he was decent, wait 'till you see this (Yeah)

I better love you, more than he can (More than he can)

{'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin'}

{I give you real love, when you need it}

If he was decent, wait 'till you see this

I better love you, more than he can

[Outro:]

I don't wanna be a player no more

Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for

Stay down, stay down, stay down

I don't wanna be a player no more

Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Hug The Block lyrics - The Game

My daddy died, I paid for his whole funeral

I get it, I was supposed to

But after that, if you knew what I had to go through

You would understand why I wanted inside that hole to

You ain't even give me a hug or a pound yet

Askin' for money daddy ain't even in the ground yet

That ain't what bros do

How you spend your whole life with a stranger you call your brother that don't know you

2006 Bentley coupe parked at Nobu

I was your bulletproof vest when them Crips tried to smoke you

Shit be hurtin' my heart so I approached you

We on the same team but you think I'm tryna coach you

I was in first class I looked back you was mad so I gave up my seat and sat in coach to

Here's somethin' to toast to

I bought the weed the blunts you smoked that and the roach to

All this stress got me pourin' shots

Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block

You supposed to be my family but I know you not

All this stress got me pourin' shots

Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block

You supposed to be my family but I know you not

Over a bitch dawg, all this shit over a bitch dawg

I mean really over this bitch dawg

I was LeBron, you were supposed to be my Rich Paul

Baby to Slim when a nigga got rich dawg

But your love turn to hate that's what we split for

When the fuck you get soft

And start talkin' behind my back like baby mamas when they pissed off

I couldn't fuck with your energy when the shits off

Hate it or love it video inside that 64

Me and 50 was the twin towers

You hit us from the inside and watch both them shits fall

I almost died you didn't save me then

You ain't patch the bullet holes in my Mercedes Benz

You hate me now, you hate me then

I remember the way you looked at me in my baby crib

My brother's keeper, right?

All this stress got me pourin' shots

Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block

You supposed to be my family but I know you not

All this stress got me pourin' shots

Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block

You supposed to be my family but I know you not

I can't believe this life took my pops

We fightin' each other and we both look like pops

Nah, I take that back I look like pops

And when I see you you look like opps

You look like Biggie, I look like Pac

Fuck it we can both die, all this shit is for nothin'

I'd kill my own brother I ain't bluffin'

It's a temptation of mine and you look like David Ruffin

I can see you all my enemies in a dark room

Or maybe I'm hallucinatin' like I'm off shrooms

But I'm not, you mad my life is a movie

And you been hatin' since turnin' off my cartoons

All this shit bottled inside I'm bout to blow up

Pimp the butterflies in my stomach before I throw up

So what I got this Hennessy, it's time to pour up

You 44 years old nigga, it's time to grow up

All this stress got me pourin' shots

Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block

You supposed to be my family but I know you not

All this stress got me pourin' shots

Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block

You supposed to be my family but I know you not

Ask For Me lyrics - The Game

Aight, come on

Soon as Dre say what Dre, we on a yacht

Mediterranean Sea bangin' Dre Day, nigga

Goldchain like it's my payday, nigga

Two days away from land, yeah, mayday, nigga

Come on (Come on)

Dolphins hoppin' out the water like a '64 Impala, come on

You in the club tossin' dollars for bitches that suck and swallow

I rub the wood on a model like openin' night at Apollo

I give her the Captain's jack, she gon' feel like she in Astroworld tomorrow

T-shirts gettin' borrowed, sunsets in Monte Carlo

Ayy

Can you fill that glass for me?

Half Henny, half lemonade

Goin' up to renegade 'cause it's still Aftermath with me

Is it blasphemy if I take shots of holy water and ask the nun will she blast for me?

If I baptize a stripper, if she want me to tip her shake them titties and that ass for me

I told her I can't stay but here's where I stay

When you get there just ask for me

I got verses from Nas, beats from Swizz

Hooks from Blige, all that shit feedin' my kids

Took three to my side, two in my ribs

Bullet stuck in my leg, still, nigga, I'm here

Got samples from Blaze, killed shit from Premier

If niggas call my shit classic, it is what it is

Poured Lean with Wayne, ain't sipped it in years

After what happened to XXX, my vision is clear

I be like Cyclops, see niggas from five blocks

Ask your man, my superpower these five Glocks

Yachts with stash spots

My niggas is black ops

We fuckin' these white hoes and flickin' off black cops

I know I'm an asshole, I grew up a have-not

Now we dockin' in Caiman islands and then make a cash drop

Ferrari in backwoods, Chronic the mascot

So high I forgot this bitch name

Ayy

Can you fill that glass for me?

Half Henny, half lemonade

Goin' up to renegade 'cause it's still Aftermath with me

Is it blasphemy if I take shots of holy water and ask the nun will she blast for me?

If I baptize a stripper, if she want me to tip her shake them titties and that ass for me

I told her I can't stay but here's where I stay

When you get there just ask for me